I,am but a hidden poet at heart who disires the critic of a poet at large but she afraid to say that one day I may go away for I,am in the Autum of my life aproaching my winter let hidden poet make her say she say she will head to the beach ,but yet I dont hear from this butterfly who has not shed her cacoon well folks may the force be with you
They say the night is evil full of fright its dark is eerie and lifeless. It awakens unearthly creatures that simply adore the suns departure
I see the night as vibrant as day.. with the chirp of crickets croak of frogs flicker of candle flies and stars above.
The night signals sleep,rest.I see the night as still, calm time for reflection. I slumber as its ebony blankets snuggle my world for a few hours... till the day consumes it and all that is still and calm is gone... and the hustles and bustles of daily life sweeps the dark away.